Shi Shengyong subconsciously asked, "Political Commissioner, what about you then?"
Sun Jiawen put down the lighter he was about to light and muttered, "I won't be coming back to Bailong Port anyway, and even if I did, I wouldn't board the ships. It's none of my business."
The boat had already been sold, and the public security management of the river had been transferred to the Water Police Station, so there really wasn't any connection with the Linghai Police Bureau any longer.
The old leaders would no longer be dealing with Salted Fish, so naturally there was no problem with how to address him.
Shi Shengyong was still trying to figure out what to say when Old Zhang, holding a briefcase, came over and casually gave a salute.
"Political Commissioner, Director Shi, we finished the handover yesterday. Should you help me take the guns back to the bureau or should I deliver them to the bureau tomorrow?"
"Only the guns?"
"And seventeen bullets."
"That's it?"
